Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
UT,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Lalann,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.